La Papaya...Nice Club - Bahias de Huatulco, Mexico
Well we arrived in the Bahias de Huatulco here in Oaxaca State on the 6th, from Puerto Escondido. The first night we got pre-game drinking started with a solid game of pool against Mexicans as we promised...unfortunately our competition was a 15 year old girl and a 9 year old boy, and the game was not 8 ball it was whoever can put all of the balls down first...yup, we are winners. Anyways after dominating the best Mexico could offer we headed onto a sick niteclub here in Huatulco called La Papaya, fancy, nice sitdown place where everyone stand up everywhere and dances, and chicks in bikinis swim in aquariums at the front of the bar, pretty crazy place...or as its slogan states...La Papaya - Nice Club...like come on, did no one get some english help on the translation, lol, it is officially mine and dylans running joke of the trip... add nice to the beginning of everything.
The next day i was feeling like a bag of poo, and we headed out to an amazing beach recommended to us by some locals from the nite before, called Playa San Agustin, it was awesome, really thick white sand and lots
of coral reef...we snorkelled and saw lots of crazy things, schools of fish, other underwater thingamajiggers. Dylan also got his finger bit by a fish...he then proceeded to get his revenge by eating its cousin for a meal an hour later. Didn't do much at night, just chilled, we were both dead from being in the sun all day at 30 degree plus temperatures.
Today, we headed out on a tour, first stop was a Giant Turtle Museum, was not bad, pretty big thingers...second we went to a beach called Playa Zipolite, its called a nude beach, but most people there are wearing clothing, there were a few not though....the waves here were huge and me and dylan took a pounding from some 12-15 foot waves. Lastly we headed to a lagoon, where crocodiles can be found, and we had a couple sweet encounters and went on somewhat of a jungle safari in this canoe boat thingy. Tonight we are going for some grub in the zocalo and hittin up a cafe on the street for some brews, as all the clubs are closed on sundays.
Me Dylan and our Lagoon Boat Captains
They spoke zero english, and would constantly point and yell at things...we figured that it meant there was some creature that we should pretend to see and nod at.
